Hiccup and Pitch rode on their nightmares towards a specific house with a light still on. Hiccup and Pitch approached the window to the bedroom with maniacal grins, instantly recognizing the young eight-year-old boy laying on his bed and sleeping soundlessly. Pitch watched as Dream sand formed into a young boy (possibly the same boy) and another older teen playing together, having a snowball fight.
"Little Jamie Bennet," Pitch crooned softly, smirking at the dream Jamie was having. Climbing off of Onyx, the Nightmare King walked into the bedroom, smirking down at the little boy.
"My King," Hiccup said, bowing his head, "shall I follow?"
Pitch was about to say no, but then a dark thought suddenly flickered on in his head. Smirking evilly, he turned around to face his slave, opening up the window and allowing Hiccup to walk in. "Why don't we show this young boy how fragile he really is?"
Hiccup's golden eyes narrowed down to the young boy with demonic intent. "How so, my King?" he asked, curiously.
"I'll show you," Pitch responded, gently poking at the dream with a finger, turning the dream into a nightmare. He smirked cruelly as the nightmare horse began to grow taller and into a humanoid figure. Standing over the grimacing boy was a nightmare Jack Frost, whispering in his ear, "Jaaaaamie."
Jamie opened his eyes in shock, having knowing that voice but not recognizing that sadistic tone. He turned his head to the right, seeing the Nightmare Jack Frost leering down at him. "J-J-Jack?" he asked, trembling with horror.
The sight before Pitch's and Hiccup's eyes made them both chuckle with evil glee, their eyes glimmering yellow with sadism.
"Sorry, Jamie," Hiccup's voice purred, causing the young boy to glance at the Dragon Master. "But that's not the real Jack Frost. But I'm the real nightmare . . . your nightmare."
He looked over at Nightshade and pulled out his axe, the nightmare sinking into the blade. When the blade was completely coated in nightmare sand, Hiccup smirked evilly down at the shivering young boy.
"Now, now, Jamie," Hiccup whispered to him as he held the axe above his head, "this won't hurt at all . . . trust me."
With a hard downward swing, Hiccup plunged the blade into the boy's chest. Instead of making Jamie scream in pain and bleed, the axe went right through the boy's chest and out his back, not causing even the slightest bit of pain or exposing a drop of blood. Instead, the axe's blade began to gleam a white color as Jamie's spirit was lifted up and out of the boy's body and transferred into the axe's blade. Meanwhile, Jamie's body fell lifelessly to the floor, catching the attention of Jamie's mother.
"Let's leave, my pet," Pitch ordered, climbing back onto his nightmare.
"Yes, my King," Hiccup said submissively, following Pitch's movements and both he and his king took off into the night. Smirking to himself, Hiccup's thoughts of sweet death and war were vivid in his mind. "Soon," he muttered under his breath, "I won't need you, my dear 'King'. I won't need any friends. I won't need anyone. By the time, I've set my dragons loose upon this town – upon the entire world – every . . . single . . . one of you will fall."
Gosh darn Hiccup! :{